The next stop was across the road in the lower lobe. Someone was singing. Stared in the bushes. The male towhee stared back. He wasn't the singer. Four towhees seen on Sunday. All male.
Over to the Point. Singing. Loud. The ruby crowned kinglet. This tiny bird is hard to photograph. It flits not stop, and sings louder than you can imagine given it's tiny size. Lots of kinglets around, all very hard to photograph.